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Ficlet: Inducements

Written for a recent b7friday topic of drugs, 340 words set in season 3.

Inducements

"I'm not going." Vila folded his arms and glowered at them. "Nothing you can say would get me down there." Not when the place was crawling with troopers and his only function would be to get shot at (or worse if you left off the last bit) or just get in the way like the spare part they all thought he was. And it was true since they'd taken the weapons station off him and they never seemed to want a thief. "You don't need me," he said bitterly, meaning it in a wider sense than just fetching this doohickey or thingamajig or whatever it was Avon was after.

Avon just looked at him.

"It'll be exciting!" Dayna rubbed her hands.

"Yeah. That's what I'm worried about."

Dayna rolled her eyes. "Oh all right. "You can have a bottle of wine when you get back."

Vila didn't even look at her. "No." Sod that. He could have wine any time he wanted, and without anyone's permission. Or the brandy Avon didn't know he knew about for that matter.